I'm Carole T. Warburton. I'm the author of this blog. I am not gay, nor do I have any close family members who are, but I'm very interested in creating a dialogue to increase understanding. I'm so grateful to the people who have opened their hearts to share personal stories with the desire to increase understanding about our LGBT children, brothers, sisters, and friends. This week I talked with a friend, Shelly, about her wonderful son, Mikey.
The following is written by Shelley, as told to Carole.
Our son, Mikey, said he knew he was gay when he was ten. When he was 18, he left a voice message before leaving home. That's how we found out. He’s
now 25, and I’ve lost track of how many times he’s attempted suicide. If he really
wanted to be dead, he’d be dead. But three or four years ago we almost lost
him. Someone dropped him to Logan Regional Hospital after he'd been drinking or doing drugs. They’d admitted him and he aspirated during the night. So
the hospital called me around six in the morning and said, you need to get up
here. And I didn’t even know he was in the hospital. When I got there his body
had shut down, and then he went into cardiac arrest. He didn’t have a heart
beat for seven minutes. It was in January and life flight couldn’t land because
of the weather. So they brought a team up from Salt Lake. Even though the roads
were really bad they took him to Salt Lake where he was on a respirator for
probably five days. He spent a week in the Intensive Care Unit. He recovered
but still has lung damage from it. He gets sick really easy. And he’s gone into
septic shock a couple of times.
We’ve had a hundred prayers answered. His life has always
been up, down, up down. Maybe if he’d been able to accept who he was, he might
not have gone down that self-destructive road. He was always fighting with
himself and was a defiant, angry and unhappy child. Now I know why, but we
didn’t know. I wish we'd known. Even though, he was teased in school, he didn’t tell me. I was
supposed to be his protector and he protected me. We had him in therapy as a
young teenager. But because of the confidentiality, the therapist couldn’t tell
us very much. It’s taken a long time, but for the most part now he’s stable and
happy. It’s on a daily basis though, and can be rocked anytime. He’s had a partner
for about three years now. They have their ups and downs, just like any other couple, but we just want
them to be happy. Mikey has a heart of gold. He’s very caring and
compassionate. He has a tender
spot for the elderly and loves to do random acts of kindness. He never hangs
the phone up with me without saying he loves me. He is a very good cook and loves to try new things. All the cousins just love him and want
Mikey to come play and come to all the family parties. My family has been a great support too.
When I first found out though, I was just devastated. I had
been taught that being gay was wrong and that it was a choice. But Mikey said
to me, “Mom, do you think I would choose this? Do you think it’s been an easy
go? Do you think it was fun in school?” It took me a couple of years to come to
terms with it. Now I just hope others would educate themselves. The good ol’
Mormon families that sit in church every week can be the cruelest. I have a lot
of resentment about that. People can be mean. People have been mean, not just to Mikey, but to our other two children. Sometime, I want to teach a Sunday school
class and just lay it all out. Teach people. We don’t really know for sure what
God’s plan is. And sometime science will prove this world wrong, and they
already have. It’s not a choice. Sometimes you hear stuff in church that hurts.
Sometimes people claim they don’t judge, but then they stab you in the back the
first chance they get. I’ve become very protective of myself and my family. I
keep to myself a lot. I don’t want to put a lot out there just for people to
judge and make fun of. I wish church members would be more Christ-like and not
judge. I guarantee you there’s not a person in this world who thought they
would have a gay son or daughter. But I also think education starts in the
home. Parents need to teach their
kids.
Some church members and leaders have been helpful. I visited
with our stake president (when she found out) I was so distraught. I couldn’t
deal with anything. I didn’t know where to turn, so I went to talk to him. He
just looked at me and he said. You’re not alone. And he said, All you do is love, love, love, love. He said, You’d be surprised, there isn’t
one person in your ward, or any ward that is not affected by a gay
relative. Don’t let people tell
you different. I guarantee there is someone in every family who is gay. That was very positive for me. He didn’t say, come
in and let me meet with your son, I’ve got to talk to him. He just told me
love, love, love. And I was just like OK, that’s all I need to do. Another
woman said to me. Your wants and dreams are not his wants and dreams. I wanted him to have a wife and kids. I was
devastated that he wasn’t going to give me any grandkids. I think for a person
just finding out that their child is gay, you have to give it time. It’s sad to
say, but it’s almost like mourning a person’s death. You have to grieve all
those emotions in order to move on and work through it. Eventually it’s going
to be ok. And knowing that in the end you still have your son (or daughter)
that you can hug at the end of the day—that’s important. Because we almost lost
our son. But when you stop and look back at the picture. Ok, these were my
dreams and my wishes. Now turn it around and make your dreams and wishes ones
are possible for them. Dream that they find a good partner. Wish them
happiness.
Our bishop now is a wonderful guy. He’s always very
concerned and asks how Mikey is doing. We appreciate that. Last Mother’s Day,
we went to church and took Mikey and his partner. His partner has a niece and a
nephew that I just love. I treat them like my grandkids. So we sat in church
with these two little kids and our whole family. The bishop came up and talked
to them. Mikey and his partner met the bishop. He greeted them. I couldn’t
believe we did it, but afterward, I was so proud of myself. I deserve to sit in
church on Mother’s Day, or any other day with my family, just like anyone else.
I wasn’t even uncomfortable. But I could tell people were staring. I said, well
I just wanted to make sure everyone had something to talk about come Monday
morning on the Paradise hotline.
Even though there is a lot of judgment and misunderstanding,
especially in such a small town, there are also some good families who have
been kind and invited us all over for dinner. But some leaders haven’t been as wonderful as our current bishop. One bishop kept coming overm sure he could change
Mikey. I didn’t understand that. And then recently Mikey called really upset
and said his bishop in Logan sent the missionaries over to their house and one
asked, “Do you have a problem with same-sex attraction?” The first thing Mikey
wanted to do was have his name removed from the church. But I asked him to let
it go. The missionaries were just doing what they were told. But why would he
do that? I get really frustrated with that. I think there should be a place in
the church for the gays, and for my son.
My faith has changed. It’s hard for me to have faith in the
church. I pray a lot. I have a relationship with God. I know he answers
prayers. I don’t know why my son is gay, but I know he created him to be who
his is, just like he created me. In a lot of ways, I am a better person now. God creates
a lot of different people. I think we should be more loving, caring, and be
more accepting. It’s just like our former stake president said, love, love
love. I can do that.